Xi Heng on the stage blinked. She always felt that Senior Sister Hong Miao's words were a little familiar, as if she had heard them somewhere before. "If you don't stop the war, you will be my enemy!" The eldest sister's voice became increasingly cold. "It's understandable that young people are full of energy, but you can't draw your sword casually in this situation. We are not people you can mess with." The bearded old man remained calm and took a few steps towards Hong Miao with murderous intent. "Young dark energy masters like you are quite rare, so don't make the mistake." He appeared kind on the surface. "I'll count to three." Hong Miao held the sword firmly. "three--" Several other witnesses looked over, either admiringly or jokingly. "two." Hong Miao closed her eyes and opened them again, revealing the strong murderous intent and momentum in her body, making the atmosphere even more tense.
The old man sighed and shook his head, his hands moved slightly, and the energy and blood in his palms spread out in white strands, forming a circle with his palms. Being able to stimulate the flow of Qi and blood so steadily, he is obviously a master of dark energy. The two men confronted each other, and a war seemed to be imminent. Xi Heng tilted his head in the sword-fighting arena. It was clearly agreed that she was going to fight with swords on the stage, but the situation suddenly turned into her senior sister fighting with others below. She watched her senior sister prepare to use the Red Line Sword's third-level move, 'Heart-wrenching Bleeding', and immediately spoke out to stop her: "Wait a minute!" Xi Heng raised his hand on the stage to attract everyone's attention: "Senior sister, there is no need to do this, I can win!" Hong Miao glanced at him with the sword in hand, her eyes meant to tell Xi Heng to shut up. "Believe me." Xi Heng said to the witnesses beside him, "If I win, you will all leave the Sword Academy and never come back. How about that?" The men looked at each other with interest, and the white-bearded old man among them laughed and responded: "That depends on what Qingshan Sword Hall thinks. If they don't come to compete anymore, we won't be witnesses either." What testimony? It's obvious that he came here deliberately to cause trouble. Xi Heng looked down on him in his heart and his eyes fell on the deputy owner of Qingshan Sword Hall. "That's the truth. Why not listen to me, young friend?" The other party obviously didn't believe Xi Heng could win. "Remember what you said." Xi Heng turned around and continued to face his enemy on the field. She originally thought that today's fight was just a boring game of favors, but now it seems to be quite interesting. Although you might die if you lose, death is death. Xi Heng felt a little regretful, but it was not unacceptable.
If Senior Sister Hong Miao really gets into a fight with the witnesses below, things might become even more troublesome. In the previous life, the eldest senior sister was only able to fight Zhang Luoyi on equal terms in a short period of time. If she had to face more people, she might have been defeated soon. Xi Heng thought for a moment, raised the sword in his shuriken slightly, and pointed the tip of the sword at the enemy on the field. Seeing that everything was back on track, Yingmiansong also took up his sword and prepared to fight. Before the sword fight began, he said: "Lady, you can beg for mercy when you are defeated. I will not kill you. Just..." "Don't say any more! Today, one of us must die." Xi Heng didn't want to listen any more and interrupted directly. "Okay!" Yingmiansong was stunned and his eyes became fierce. He raised his sword and took a stance, then approached Xi Heng steadily with the sword in hand. The girl took slow steps, scanning the enemy's posture, trying to find their weaknesses. However, the opponent's posture was straight, his profile was like a pine tree, and the sword in his hand moved very steadily. He took a defensive stance from the beginning, and it was difficult to find any flaws. However, as a sharp and fast attack sword, the Red Line Sword is best at dealing with the enemy's defensive posture. As long as the sword moves are fast and fierce enough, the enemy will quickly reveal their posture weaknesses under the fierce blows like a rainstorm, so you can exploit their flaws, break their posture by attacking their weaknesses, and defeat them with killing moves. …… Chapter 21: Blood on the Sword The wind gradually picked up, blowing up the dust and forming a thin mist on the ground. The girl's casually tied gray-black hair was blown by the cool breeze, and the folds of her tight clothes also rippled slightly. In the sword fighting arena, another man was posing with a sword in hand, his body straight and shoulders leaning forward, like an ancient tree rooted in the mountains and rivers. The sword in his hand was steady and free, and there was no flaw in every step he took, making his posture difficult to break. Facing this man, Xi Heng just held his sword, observing the other party's movements with his eyes flashing, guessing what kind of sword skills the other party would use to attack or defend. Gusts of cold wind blew past, and the two men confronted each other for a long time. Finally, Xi Heng took a step forward, holding the sword in one hand and the handle with the other, and first used his most skilled sword stabbing move to point directly at the enemy's chest as a test. Yingmian Song remained calm and raised his sword to block the incoming sword. When the two swords collided, the long sword in his hand bent, sparks flew from the sword body, and he slashed along the sword body towards Xi Heng's sword guard, and then pressed down again. "Qiang!" In just a short moment, Xi Heng became the one who had to take the defensive position. Without time to think, she immediately turned her wrist and swung her sword to avoid the opponent's attack, then turned around and used the Cuckoo's Blood Crying move to aim directly at the enemy's throat. A red line flashed, and the Qingsong Sword warrior used his energy and blood to try to dodge it by raising his head. But the killing range of the Red Line Sword is actually farther than the tip of the sword. Although the opponent's throat dodged, a blood mark appeared on his chin.
The situation in the sword fight changed rapidly. Before Xi Heng put away her sword, the opponent's broadsword was already pressed against her waist. She immediately stepped back to dodge, but the incoming sword wind was as thin as a piece of iron scraping, cutting through her clothes at the waist and causing a burning pain on the surface of her skin. Xi Heng held his breath to suppress the pain, took a few steps away, and looked the other person in the eye. During this test, she had already understood the nature of the enemy's sword moves. This person's posture is as steady as a rock, always ready to defend and counterattack... The Qingsong Sword is a sword that uses defense as offense. The Red Line Sword only attacks and does not defend, while the opponent uses defense as attack, and the two seem to counteract each other. However, as long as the moves are sharp enough, forcing the opponent to defend without giving him any time to counterattack, he may be able to slowly win. However, if you use offensive moves while the opponent uses defensive moves, you will definitely consume more energy and blood in your body. If your energy and blood are exhausted, the situation will take a turn for the worse. Although Xi Heng had used the Life-Taking Technique three times, he was not sure that the energy and blood in his body was sufficient to support him in using offensive moves to defeat the opponent's defense. He had to use offensive moves to force out a flaw, break the opponent's posture and deliver a fatal blow. To use up all of your energy in one round and unleash the most powerful moves and variations to defeat the enemy - this is obviously a gamble. If you defeat the enemy, you can naturally use your killing move to win. If you can't, you will exhaust your energy and fall into defeat. There is no other way out. But now it's a life-and-death duel, so there's no harm in taking one more gamble. A hint of blood appeared in Xi Heng's pupils. He took a deep breath to gather his strength and stimulate his blood. He swung his sword in a flower shape and then lunged forward. The enemy immediately slashed sideways to block, and the two swords collided, making several sharp and trembling sounds. Xi Heng took advantage of the situation and then raised his sword to draw blood, then used a golden needle move to draw blood, and stimulated the blood and qi to condense into a red line to stab the opponent. Ying Miansong was forced to retreat by the sword, and Xi Heng turned the sword around and stepped forward to swing it horizontally. The blood line fell on the opponent's sinking sword, making a sharp sound. After two full-strength sword moves, Xi Heng felt a slight pain in the palm of his hand. The enemy blocked the sword and the sword blade with a cold glow was about to chop towards her chest. Xi Heng ignored him and swung his sword forward again as if he hadn't seen anything. The sword flashed and blood appeared. The blade didn't penetrate the enemy's shoulder and was about to cut towards the neck - Yingmiansong hastily drew back his sword to block, and another round of sword fighting broke out. Xiheng saw his flaw and immediately raised his sword again. Yingmiansong had to continue to block with a sideways strike and was unable to counterattack. She swung her sword in a circle, and the tip of the sword drew a thin circle of blood in the air, leaving wounds on the enemy's upper arm. The two swords collided with each other, clanging sounds rang out, and silver sword shadows shuttled back and forth in fierce sword moves and collided with each other. The energy and blood in Xi Heng's body exploded, and after more than ten moves he completely suppressed the opponent. But even though she gained the initiative and the upper hand, and was even able to draw many bloody scars on the enemy, she had not yet seen true victory. Xi Heng frowned slightly and deliberately paused before using the next move. Seeing this opportunity, Yingmiansong immediately counterattacked after blocking the sword - this was an instinctive reaction from his years of sword practice. At this moment, Xi Heng suddenly turned over, exerting his strength to fly into the air, his body bounced high like an arrow from a bow, avoiding the enemy's sword that was slashing down at him. Then he swung the blade in the air and slashed at the enemy's neck.
"Tread on the sword and drink blood--" she shouted softly, and the cold light of the sword flashed in the air with blood. Yingmiansong's gaze fixed, and he opened his eyes wide and tried to raise his sword to block again, but Xiheng's right foot kicked directly on his sword without him noticing. This person's wrist was bound to be hit, and this simple hit was life-threatening. The red line from the sword tip crossed the neck, and the next moment dark red blood flowed out. After breaking the momentum, Xi Heng concentrated his strength and kicked at the enemy's chest, then flew half a meter into the air and landed on the ground. There was still some strength left in his feet as he stepped on the ground, and the stone bricks on the ground were crushed to pieces. The warrior from Qingsong Sword Hall flew backwards several meters and fell to the ground. Blood gushed out from his mouth, nose and neck, but he could no longer speak. Xi Heng fell to the ground and looked at his mortal enemy flying upwards, then looked at his sword and felt a little absurd for a moment. "That's it?" She was only scratched on the waist by the sword, while the enemy was covered in blood and died on the spot. She had originally thought that the sword strike just now was just a test. If it didn't work, she could follow up with other moves. But in the split second of the sword fight, the opponent failed to defend against the sword, and his neck was cut by the sword, and he became a corpse immediately... "It turns out that the Ming Jin masters from other martial arts schools are just so-so. I thought they were so powerful." The girl shook her head. It was over before she could even use her full strength. She was even a little disappointed. She swung her sword to clear away the blood drops on the sword, and after the battle, she slowly put the long sword shining with silver light back into the sheath. Then he turned around and looked at the onlookers beside the sword-fighting arena. The three people from Qingsong Sword Academy below were still in a daze. Among the witnesses, some had complicated expressions and disbelief, while others seemed to be calm and composed as if they had foreseen it. Zhang Luoyi clapped his hands gently, as if he had accepted the result calmly. But she accepted it, but the people around her refused to accept it. "How dare you kill my Qingsong Sword disciple!" The deputy master of Qingsong Sword stepped forward and became furious after being shocked. "Kill him if you will. Didn't you say that it was a matter of deciding who was better and who was worse?" Xi Heng said softly. "Is it that he is allowed to kill me but I am not allowed to kill him?" "You!" The other party held the hilt of the sword, and a murderous intent surged in his eyes. "Sir, are you going to break your promise in front of everyone?" Xi Heng asked. At the same time, Hong Miao, who was showing a relieved expression, saw that the other party seemed to be about to draw his sword, so she also went onto the field to protect Xi Heng, drew her sword and waited for the other party to start fighting. The head of Qingsong Sword Hall gritted his teeth and gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, staring at the two people on the stage for a few seconds, then turned his head to look at the group of witnesses who had come beside him. After Yingmiansong's death, the senior leaders of various martial arts schools who came as witnesses all distanced themselves from Qingsong Sword Academy. This scene made the deputy museum owner open his eyes wide, and his right hand holding the sword stiffened, as if he understood something.
His expression changed, and he gritted his teeth and said, "You...are also targeting our Qingsong Sword. If you win the challenge, you will suppress the small sect together. If you lose, you will take the opportunity to drive our Qingsong Sword out of Jinshi City?" "Deputy Master, you're overthinking it. Most of us martial artists are straightforward and outspoken. How could we do such sinister things?" The people in the Jinsha Palm Martial Arts School shook their heads to deny it, looking at each other helplessly, as if they had really misunderstood. The deputy hall master's face turned red and blue, and he did not draw his sword in the end despite being stared at by everyone. He groaned and asked the two warriors who followed him with uneasy and panicked faces to drag away their senior brother's body. The people from Qingsong Sword Hall left the academy first, leaving only a pool of blood on the ground. After this person left, the witnesses suddenly became friendly and some were praising Xi Heng's extraordinary swordsmanship, or admiring Hong Miao's handsome and youthful demeanor.